Perhaps a half hour later, Penny came into the living room and bowed, still naked, before Joan. She began to kiss her ward's feet. This was the 'prostrate demonstration of respect' that the rules referred to, and that the young woman had doubtlessly been conditioned by torture to perform. Out of consideration of Penny's peace of mind, Joan didn't interfere, although she thought the whole thing a bit silly.
When she'd finished, Penny rose to her feet and looked down at Joan gravely.
'Penny bad,' she said regretfully. 'Spank Penny.'
'Oh, no dear, it wasn't your fault...' began Joan. But then she remembered the rule from the list--
'Penny will not misbehave deliberately; but when she does, it's imperative that she be spanked.'
--and Joan had recently learned the folly of ignoring the rules!
'Alright, Penny,' Joan said, taking Penny's hand and pulling her down to drape across Joan's lap. 'But please don't say you're bad. You're a very good girl, and very pretty.'
Penny settled down into the spanking position, and Joan felt the sublime weight of Penny's luscious nude body resting on her thighs.
'Ten wacks,' thought Joan. 'That ought to suffice.' She rubbed her palm affectionately across Penny's large, firm behind. Then she brought her hand down and slapped Penny's buttock.
Joan couldn't tell if it was hard enough, or if it even constituted a spank-- from Penny's perspective, it might have been merely a friendly pat. But Penny stirred in Joan's lap, and her head drooped fetchingly, like a bad little girl receiving a well-deserved punishment.
'Did that sting, dear? Just a little?' asked Joan.
'I'm Penny,' was the other woman's quiet reply.
Joan proceeded to give Penny nine more of the same, administering them slowly and studying the naked beauty's reactions to each one.
'Alright, dear,' said Joan, 'I think you've learned your lesson.' She began helping Penny up.
The Joan suddenly thought, 'Am I INSANE?!?'
Penny's round behind was looming before her, a beautiful, inviting target only slightly blushed by Joan's token chastisement.
'When,' thought Joan, 'am I ever going to have another chance like this? To have an absolutely beautiful woman nude and at my mercy-- and to have the full consent of all parties involved-- even the victim's-- that I may conduct a physical assault upon her flesh? To hold her in my arms, squirming and miserable, while I prosecute statutory justice upon her naked womanhood, at my leisure, and to the full extent that I judge to be warranted?'
'If I don't take full advantage of this sublime opportunity life has thrown my way,' concluded Joan, 'I may regret it for the rest of my life!' And Joan knew that lingering regrets would not be the story of her life...
She caught Penny from her standing position and pulled the young woman back onto her lap. 'NO, PENNY...' Joan's voice croaked, overwhelmed with emotion, '...we're not... quite... DONE yet.' Joan took a deep breath. 'You see, sweetheart, I want to make sure that you've learned your lesson. This hurts me as much as it does you, dear!'
Penny glanced back nervously as she settled her belly down upon her caregiver's lap. She understood that an ominous change had taken place. Her eyes widened as Joan ran a fingertip down her spine and dragged it teasingly into the divide between Penny's luscious buttocks.
'Shall we settle on another ten, dear? asked Joan affectionately. If Penny had intended to respond, she would have been interrupted by the sudden descent of Joan's hand and the resounding 'SMACK!!' as it struck Penny's bottom. Penny emitted a surprised gasp-- this was a much harder spank than she'd received before!
Joan was far more artful with the succeeding nine strokes. She wanted to tease Penny's anticipation as much as possible, and yet catch her pretty captive off-guard, so that Penny would have as much difficulty as possible coping with the discomfort Joan was so carefully inflicting upon her.
After the second set of ten, Joan cuddled Penny to her. 'Oh, Penny, you're such a pretty girl with such a pretty behind! You won't mind, really, if we go for fifty in this next set?' Penny gasped and squirmed in Joan's grip, but the caregiver had no difficulty folding her back over in position.
Then she proceeded with the slow, difficult, arduous spanking. The strokes varied widely, from teasing soft pats to swift stinging attacks. Joan's manner was always affectionate and tender. When Penny began to tremble and sob, Joan would stand by, waiting for the young lady to compose herself, while gently reminding her naked captive of how many strokes remained. It was impossible to tell if she was really concerned for the nubile young lady's welfare, or was only mocking her.
Finally, the fiftieth stroke was reached, and Penny lay across Joan's lap, her body lurching in great, heart-rending sobs. Her bottom glowed a bright pint, which Joan examined with satisfaction. She felt rather proud of what her hand had rendered, and the sounds of Penny's weeping were to Joan like a crowd's applause.
She bent forward and kissed Penny's tender bottom. 'My lovely girl,' she whispered. 'I'm going to kiss away your sorrows, one kiss for every spank...' She blew lightly over the blazing globes. '...And then, who knows? Maybe you'll be ready for another fifty!'
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It was a cozy afternoon at Le Palais de la Serpentine.
Mrs. Paul was playing in the bathroom with a member of the entertainment staff who had earlier served as the suite's 'decoration.' The nubile young woman was naked in the tub, bound hand and foot, and Mrs. Paul was holding her head under the water.
Suddenly the phone rang. Mrs. Paul turned to listen, but heard no stirring of anyone going to answer it. She let out a deep sigh of disappointment, and released the young woman in order to go answer the phone. The young entertainer lunged forward from her submerged position, gasping and whimpering. Then she hung her head over the edge of the tub, which was too deep for her to maneuver herself out of.
Mrs. Divergent had not answered the phone because she was busy fucking another member of the staff, the redheaded bellhop who had assisted the two Americans with their luggage. The older woman had permitted her beautiful young guest to retain her cute bellhop cap, but otherwise the youngster was quite naked, her nubile physique arching upwards as Mrs. Divergent held her pinned down, plowing into her rhythmically with a strap-on.
Mrs. Paul carried the phone into the next room. 'Hello? Ahh, good to hear from you, Joan! How are things? How is my little Penny?'
Mrs. Paul laughed and sat down. 'I see. Which one of the rules did you want to ask about? Oh yes, the spanking rule. What is bothering you about it, Joan?'
Mrs. Paul listened for a minute, her smile widening from moment to moment. She giggled. 'Did she have to be hospitalized?' she asked.
She listened again, then replied, 'Well, Joan, it doesn't hurt Penny to sulk a little and consider the errors of her ways. Anyway, she doesn't need to be able to sit down-- she can always crouch on her knees.'
Mrs. Paul nodded her head. 'That's fine. Your always welcome to consult with me about these matters, but I can assure you you've performed exactly as expected. In fact, I'd like you to give Penny another spanking, twice as hard, right now.'
She listened again. 'Of course I'm serious!' Mrs. Paul confirmed, laughing. 'Consider it an order from your employer!'
She added, 'And tell pretty little Penny that her Auntie Sarah sends her love!'
She hung up the phone and sat there for a few moments, smiling warmly.
End of Part Two!