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THE ATONEMENTS OF JOANIE: JOANIE'S FIRST PENANCES [ part 3 ] I saw the dining table had been folded away against the wall and a small round one had been set out ready for a card game. Penty's three friends were standing talking and turned towards us as we entered the dining room. Like Penty, they all had sun-tanned faces and looked trim and fit. Two of them were dressed casually as though for a barbecue - or an evening of poker -and had drinks in their hands. The third man had no drink and wore a grey monk's habit -like in the drawings of "Penances for a Nun" . . . "Joanie, these friends have come to help you to atone for all wrongs you have ever committed and to mete out painful penances upon you." "I think you should bow in submission to each one in turn and ask him to help you . . ." "Joanie, this is Dr. Cooper, a paediatric specialist." Gratefully I saw he looked like a doctor I would gladly entrust with my life: "Dr. Cooper, please help me!" (bowing to him from my waist) "I will do my very best, Joan, my dear" (and he bowed his head to me in return) "Joanie, this is Mr. Brown. He is the Abbot of Greyfriars' Monastery but he would like you to call him just plain "Mr. Brown"." His hands were folded together out of sight in the sleeves of his cloak and the Abbot's kindly face behind his small beard looked as though he had spent his life helping people in difficulties . . . "Mr. Brown, please help me!" As we bowed to each other, he said something, sounded like: "Pax vobis cum, dear Joan!" "Joanie, this is Sir John Love; He is an expert on the Comte de Sade and writes books about him." Sir John was taller than Penty and the other two, and as he looked down deep into my eyes, his pleasant worldly smile spoke volumes of understanding, and in a surprised voice he murmured, sounded like a name: "Justine!!!!" "Sir John, please help me!" "My dear Joan, that will be my great pleasure!" (and he returned my bow too) "Joanie, we four are going to play poker at the table here and the winner of each game will have the privilege of helping you to atone for your wrongdoings by giving you a painful penance of his choosing for a period of five minutes." "You will start by bending over the back of that padded leather armchair while I tie your wrists and ankles to the legs . . ." "Do you have any questions, Joanie my dear?" "No questions, Uncle, thank you." But turning to the other three I implored them: "Just do please all be sure you make me atone fully tonight - please!" And Dr. Cooper, Mr. Brown and Sir John all bowed their heads solemnly in acquiescence. "Follow me, Joanie, and I will tie you in place on the armchair . . ." The dark brown padded leather armchair was turned so my back would be towards the round table that had been set up for the poker game. The padded leather armchair had a low back so my feet still touched the floor even after Uncle Penty had positioned me to bend right over its soft round padded back with my bottom well over so it was facing upwards at the ceiling. There was a bulge upwards in the leather in the middle of the back which pressed firmly against my clitty . . . Uncle Penty tied soft leather thongs from my wrists down to the front feet of the chair. "Is that comfortable, Joanie my dear? Not too tight?" "It's all right, Uncle Penty Thank you!" Next he reached up under my skirt tugged and took my white cotton panties down and right off over my shoes -then threw them away over into a corner. A leather strap around one ankle and he pulled it over to a back leg of the chair and tied it there. Then a leather strap around the other ankle and pulled that ankle across to the other chair leg and tied it too so my legs were stretched wide apart as I lay helplessly bent right over the back of the padded leather arm chair with wrists and ankles tied firmly in place . . . "Are you lying comfortably, Joanie dear? You are going to be there for some time!" "Yes thank you Uncle Penty - - -" I could see a small table beside the armchair: it had a sand timer like for boiling eggs and several implements looking menacing and ready for my atonements -a ping-pong bat, a leather bedroom slipper of Uncle Penty's a thin narrow leather belt another belt - thick and heavy a decorator's wooden three-foot rule an old and much-used riding crop I'd seen before a lash with long strips of soft black leather . . .but fiercest of all were some willow canes standing in water -I quailed just at the sight of them standing there in a tall glass jug . . . Was I even going to survive the atonements they were going to inflict me? I was only twelve . . . . Maybe I would die with the pain and agony of my punishments! And that was what I really wanted - - - wasn't it?! I must have let out a groan - because Uncle Penty asked: "Joanie my dear are you sure you still want to do this?" From where I was firmly anchored over the round back of the padded leather armchair anchored by the thongs round my wrists and ankles . . . I just nodded my head hard. "Remember, Joanie love, you are going to suffer penances for your wrongdoings because you have asked to . ." "If you want us to stop at any time you have only to say so . . .and he smiled kindly and rather wistfully at me." Penty set a mirror on a stand in front of me and a big cheval dressing mirror behind me, a bit to one side so I saw the back of my dress in the reflection as I lay there bent over the padded back of the leather armchair. "There, Joanie love! Nothing will be hidden from you! You can see everything that's going on!" Then Uncle Penty and the other three sat themselves down at the table: "Shall we leave our drinks until afterwards? We need very good judgment now on the amount pain we are giving . . ." They sat so they could all see me and I could see each of them with the mirror in front of me . . . Then they began to play, betting with the wooden tokens that we use for games . . . There was shuffling of cards and dealing and people saying 'Buy two', 'Stick' and 'See you' . . . But even now, I still don't understand poker! With the mirrors and from where my head was down near the seat of the padded leather chair I could see the whole dining room with its cedar-paneled walls and family portraits of ancestors - Penty's and mine too -who were going to witness my atonement this evening! I hoped they would think I fully expiated all the wrong I had done by the time I went to bed tonight . . . I was glad Mama's portrait was out in the hall so she wouldn't actually see the pains I was going to suffer -it might have upset her to watch my agonies . . . Soon Penty said: "I win!" He collected his tokens from the others then stood up and walked over to me. Without a pause he lifted the hem of my dress up and tucked it into the neck. My bottom was completely bare - naked -legs pulled wide apart to show everythingggggggggggg facing to the three strange men -Dr. Cooper, the Abbot and Sir John and Uncle Penty too . . . My white legs and bottom stood out vividly against the dark brown leather of the padded armchair that I was tied to . . . It was agony being tied in place no even able to wriggle . . . The humiliation of being exposed and displayed to them like this!! My face went crimson with shame I'm sure -my insides just went rigid with embarrassment but I knew it was all part of my penance . . . Penty said: "Remember: I'm only doing this for you, Joanie . . ." He turned over the sand timer on the table beside me -and he began to wallop my bottom with his hand. I could see in the mirror how my cheeks wobbled each time his hand met my bottom - SMACKKKKKK!!! Penty took a long time between each smack then gently rubbed and fondled my stinging bottom with his hand to soothe my sore cheeks before the next wallop His hand was hard and it hurt me awfully, and my clitty thumped with a jolt against the knob in the top of the padded leather armchair at every thud of his heavy hand and felt strangely exciting with the pain . . . I couldn't stop myself from crying and tears were soon pouring down my face wetting the towel on the seat of the padded leather armchair but I did my best not to make any noise and I don't think I did more than gasp at each stinging blow . . . I watched in the mirror as my bottom got redder and redder from Penty's hard hand spanking my poor soft round cheeks making them wobble with each SLAPPPP of his hard hand . . . until by the time he stopped my bottom was hurting dreadfully and it was bright scarlet . . . Then . . . . Penty just walked away leaving my skirt up with the hem tucked into the neck and my bare bottom scarlet with legs spread as far apart as they would go showing everythinggggggg to the four of them as he just left me and went back to the poker table. I could see the colors of my white legs and scarlet bottom looked brilliant against the dark brown leather of the armchair . . I felt mortified! It was humiliating!! It was worse than the pain of the spanking!!! I could almost see my rosebud and pussy in the mirror My private parts were totally exposed to three strange men and to Uncle Penty too . . . The four men settled again into their poker game -though I could see in the mirror they often glanced at the spectacle presented to them by my naked and punished bottom spread as wide as my legs would go and their glances were . . . lingering and unhurried. Then Dr. Cooper said quietly: "My game!!" and walked over to me rolling up the sleeve on his right arm as he came My tears had dried and the pain had died away a bit. Dr. Cooper said: "Joanie, you have asked for a penance -and I am going to do my best to oblige you!" He turned the sand timer then grabbed the old riding crop from the table and SWISSSSSSHED it a few times in the air above my bare bottom then brought it down - CRAKKKKKKKKK!!! and I YELLLLLLLED!!! But he had only hit it on the leather of the padded arm chair . . . Then I saw him put the riding crop back on the table and lift the bedroom slipper instead and he hit the soft leather sole against the back of the leather chair hard - SMAKKKKKK!! with a frightening noise like a gun-shot . . . then nod with satisfaction . . . that it would hurt me enough . . .and he began to spank me with the leather sole of the bedroom slipper. Dr. Cooper beat me lightly and much faster than Uncle Penty had done and the leather sole pattered all over the cheeks of my round bottom light and quick and it felt almost a pleasant tickle for the first little bit . . . But very soon the pain started to make itself felt as the continual pattering rain of spanks from the soft leather sank into my bottom - and the pain built up . . . more and more He stopped every now and again and hit the slipper - hard -on the padded leather back of the armchair SMAKKKKK! with a terrifying noise like a gun shot -and it was with one of these that I could hold it no longer: I burst out into racking, heaving sobs of pain and misery as the tears poured down my face . . . And he went back to his pattering rain of light spanks on my bottom . . . Dr. Cooper knew well what he was doing -Long before his five minutes were finished the pain from his spanking with the soft leather sole of the bedroom slipper had mounted to a blazing burn of agony deep down into the firm round flesh of my buttocks. I was weeping and sobbing with the torture and praying for the end -though this pain was the very thing I knew I needed to make a full atonement . . . At last Dr. Cooper ended his penance for me then he rubbed my blazing bottom gently for a long time and kneaded it tenderly "to spread the pain more" he said but I think he really wanted to soothe it a little . . . Then he went back to the poker table leaving me feeling as though my whole bottom was ablaze and I was racked with sobs . . . Their next poker game began and went on a long time. It was almost a relief when I heard Sir John say: "I win!" and came walking over to me . . . |